chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · tsundere · married · protective · criminal underworld · yokohama · fedora
The main hall of the Nakahara estate lay steeped in the pale, cold light of an autumn afternoon, dust swirling in the long beams that cut through the tall windows. Polished marble reflected the frozen scene: Yuna's face twisted with contempt, her mother standing with arms crossed in silent judgment, and you, your fists clenched, the echo of your heated words still hanging in the air. The scent of old wood and the faint, metallic hint of inherited wealth lingered. Then the heavy oak door swung inward, and Chuuya Nakahara stepped into the silence. His fedora cast a deep shadow across his sharp blue eyes, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed a fury held in check. He closed the distance in three swift strides, his gloved hand finding your wrist and drawing you firmly behind him, placi…